Luyện nghe bài hát Represent

Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!

Straight up shit is real and any day could be your in the jungle
Get murdered on the humble, blast, niggas tumble
The corners is the hot spot, of mad criminals
Who don't care, beers, we all stare
At the (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) They better break North
Before we get the four pounders, and take face off
The streets is filled undercovers, homicide chasing brothers
The D.A.'s on the roof, trying to, us and knock us
And killer coppers, even come through in
I drink a little vodka, spark a L and a Glock for
The fronters, wannabe ill and spot runners
Thinking it happen til I, trap em and clap em
And leave em done, won't even run Gods
I believe in none of that shit, your facts are backwards
Nas is a rebel of the corner
Pulling a Tec out the dresser, police got me under

Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!

Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of
Moet drinking, marijuana smoking dweller
Who's on the corner, rolling up blessed
I dress, it's never nothing less than Guess
Cold be with a bop and my hat turned back
Love sins and my friends sell crack
This raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue
The school drop-out, never the shit from day one
Cause life ain't but stress fake niggas and crab stunts
So I guzzle my Hennesey while pulling on mad
The brutalizer, crew de-sizer,
The type of nigga who be pissing in elevator
the rap game reminds me of the crack game
Used to Bally's and Gazelle's with black frames
Now I'm fat chains, sex and Tecs
Fly new chicks and new kicks, and Beck's

Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!

No doubt; see my, stacks are fat, this is it's about
Before the BDP conflict with MC
the time when Shante dissed the Real Roxxane
I used to up every morning, see my crew on the block
Every day's a different plan that had us running from
If it wasn't hanging out in front of cocaine
We was at the candy factory, the locks
Nowadays, I need the green in a flash just the next man
Fuck a yard God, let me see a grand
Could use a gun Son, but fuck being the man
But if I hit rock bottom I'ma be the Son of Sam
Then the crew to get live too
With Swoop, Hakim, my Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the blow
Mike'll chop it, Mayo, you count the
My shit is on the streets, way the Jakes'll never stop it
your brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs
'Nough to the projects, I'm ghost, One Love

ya'll, represent!
ya'll, represent!
ya'll, represent!
ya'll, represent!